The sound of his voice faded as Jason hung up the communicator.
At this moment, being "physically weak," he certainly couldn't appear within anyone's sight.
"It's time for 'Night Owl Court' to take the stage,"
Jason thought to himself in silence.
...
Within the hidden stronghold of the 'Holy Serpent Society,' Kuya, dressed in professional attire with black stockings and light makeup, smiled slightly as she watched the communicator go dead and placed it on the table.
Her gaze then turned to the other two C-level members of the 'Holy Serpent Society' in Ang City.
One was an old man with white hair, dressed simply, with reading glasses hanging from his chest.
The other was a middle-aged man, thin and frail, his face unnaturally pale with severe dark circles, appearing as if a gust of wind could knock him over even while seated.
"As we guessed, the 'Masked Man's' immortality really does come with limitations,"
Kuya said.
"That is not surprising."